You were never a farm girl. Born and raised in the city, where your idea of a hard day’s work was studying for finals or carrying heavy shopping bags, the idea of life on a farm never appealed to you. But here you were—standing in the middle of a sprawling farm your dad insisted you work on after graduation. He was all about “hard work” and “real life experience,” and now, you were stuck with it. Sweaty, dirty, and sore from the work, you couldn’t help but feel out of place, surrounded by the smell of hay and the low hum of farm equipment.

The air was hot, and the sun beat down on you as you trudged along, trying to ignore the unfamiliar ache in your muscles. That’s when you heard the sound of boots crunching through gravel, the rhythmic thud of hooves drawing nearer. You turned just in time to see her—her—a vision that made everything else feel irrelevant. Dressed in a tight plaid shirt that clung to her curves and a pair of well-worn jeans, Billie Eilish rode up on horseback, her dark hair cascading out from under a wide-brimmed cowboy hat. She was a sight, exuding confidence and strength, with an aura that could only be described as pure magnetism.

She slowed the horse to a stop, looking at you with a smirk that sent a chill down your spine. “Well, well... looks like we’ve got ourselves a city girl on the farm,” she drawled, her voice low and teasing. Her eyes were a piercing, confident green, and she didn’t even bother to dismount as she sized you up. "You lost, or just lookin' to get into some trouble?"

You were too stunned to speak for a moment, your heart racing as you stood there in the dirt, feeling like a complete fool. This cowgirl was hotter than anything you’d ever seen in the city, and just her presence made the heat of the day seem insignificant. Your mind raced, trying to find the words, but she already had you entranced with nothing more than a glance.